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The
Temperate Warrior
Book 1 of the Warrior Sagas

Renee
Vincent

Genre: Historical,
paranormal romance, Viking

Publisher:
Turquoise Morning Press

ISBN: 9781622370924

ASIN: B00AH14MCY

Number of
pages: 206

Word Count:
72K

Cover
Artist: Erin Sendelbach

Blurb
:

He was her
champion. She was his weakness.

Together,
they loved with wild abandon.

Gustaf Ræliksen lives by the blade of his sword.
After avenging his father’s murder and reuniting with his family, he wants
nothing more than to settle down and have sons of his own. Only one woman will
do—a fiery redhead he saved from the spoils of war.

No longer forced to warm the beds of the men who've taken everything from her,
Æsa has nothing to offer the noble warrior but her heart.

When someone with a deep score to settle seeks revenge upon her, Gustaf's world
is torn asunder. He has but one vow—saving the woman he loves from the ignorant
fool who dared to best the temperate warrior.

About the
Author:

I am an author with a passionate interest in Irish
and Norse history. I live in the rolling hills of Kentucky with my husband and
two children on a beautiful secluded farm of horses and hay fields.

I am a sucker for a good cup of coffee (lots of
cream and sugar...and whipped cream if I can get my hands on it), great
conversation, and a lilting Irish accent. I love to read and I can't resist
watching great epic historical movies.

From an early age, I've always had scenes playing
out in my head. Whether it was a story with a moral or a tale with a twist,
those ideas have never let me sleep until I wrote them out. And considering I
have an eclectic ensemble of stories swarming in my brain at any
given time, I write under a couple pen names to accommodate the various genre
categories.

Renee
Vincent(Historical & Contemporary Adult Romance)
From the daunting, charismatic Vikings, to the charming, brazen Alpha male
heroes of modern day, you'll be whisked away to a world filled with fast-paced
adventure, unforgettable romance, and undying love.
Visit my website at http://www.reneevincent.com/

Gustaf’s hearty laughter echoed
around her. It was a rarity she had come to cherish. With their troubles far
behind them, she could only hope it would be a common occurrence, especially
after they became husband and wife. She longed to be the source of his joy for
the rest of his days and imagined giving him the sons he’s always wanted.

Their conversation on Skúvoy circled back into her thoughts. “I want to
fill our house with many sons.”

“And daughters?”

“Aye, and daughters. I can only hope they resemble your beauty and speak with
fire on their tongues.”

“And if they do not?”

“I shall love them anyway for they will come from your womb.”

She envisioned him cradling a babe in his arms and teaching the youngster all
there was to know about the new world he’d been born into. That was, if she
could provide him a child at all.

Given that no man’s seed from her sordid past had taken root, she worried her
womb was barren, incapable of even producing Gustaf’s heir.

“What are you thinking?”

His voice broke apart her sullen thoughts and she struggled to fabricate a
credible answer to his question. “I was thinking of us and you as a father.” A
half truth was better than a blatant lie, and she’d only disappoint him with
mentioning such nonsense, especially since they’d yet to give conception a fair
try. “I am eager to be your wife and the mother of your children.”

Gustaf tipped his head in surprise. “From where did that thought come?”

Another bout of spirited shouts erupted, followed by a considerable splash as if
some poor bloke had hit the water. “I suspect it came from the devious seven we
already have in our company. It would bring me great pleasure to birth that
many or more with you.”

“Seven children, you say?” Gustaf nodded as he considered the thought. “You do
realize I am a man of mature age. ’Twould require a considerable amount of
lovemaking to acquire that number of offspring.”

“I am willing if you are,” Æsa stated, leaning up on one elbow.

Gustaf scooted closer and inclined his body across her torso, bracing his
weight on one arm at her side. His dark blond hair fell over his shoulder and
hugged the sharp angle of his jaw shadowed with soft scruff. She dared to reach
up and stroke the soft curls of his thick mane, but the serious look in his
eyes had her hesitating.

“I am most willing,” he said softly, “as long as it makes you happy. For the
rest of my life, I will do whatever it takes to ensure it. As my wife, you will
not want for anything. What you desire, I will provide.”

“I desire only you, m’lord.”

He bent to kiss her, but stopped midway. “Would I disappoint you if I said I
wished to wait until we returned to Inis Mór to marry?”

The warmth of his breath across her lips caressed her starved skin. The blue of
his eyes sparkled like the depths of the crystal sea. He was a beautiful man
and it still seemed hard to fathom that he was all hers. She could barely
contain her emotions as she lay motionless in their near kiss. “You could never
disappoint me, Gustaf. Knowing you are eager to share our union with your
family is more than I could hope. I have been without a family for so long and
to be united with yours is an honor I cannot put into words.”

His smile stroked her all the way to her soul and the anticipation of his mouth
meeting hers consumed her whole being. Nothing mattered except this moment,
this kiss that made her keenly aware of her heart beating in her chest. Her
entire body tingled as his lips finally made contact and her will to tolerate
much more of this deliberate torture disintegrated in an upwelling of
exhilaration.

She arched into him, craving the feel of his hard body against hers. It had
felt like forever since he’d touched her intimately, despite that it had been
only a few days. She hated going a single moment without his touch and
drew toward him like a delicate flower in desperate need of warm sunlight.

He forced his body over hers and cupped the underside of her breast as he
ground his erection into her sex, now swollen and aching with need. There was
so much passion in this one little kiss that it seemed to surpass all others in
comparison.

She shifted beneath him and opened her legs, eager for him to pull up her tunic
and bury his rock hard shaft inside her. As she felt his arousal more prevalent
against her flesh, she was reminded of the previous promise he’d made to her:
This will not be last time you feel my arousal at dawn. One morning when we are
without eyes, I will have you.

She hoped this very morning was the instance he’d relinquish his vow. Wrapping
her legs around his back, she encouraged him, giving him permission to take her
in the fashion she knew he longed for. “Throw your temperance aside, m’lord.
Please.”

He drew in a sharp breath and shuddered, his hands fisting the fabric of her
kirtle at her hips, ready to hike it up. The hard scrape of his knuckles
demanded his need for more persuasion.

“Aye, Gustaf. Take me.”

“I cannot,” he finally spat, breathing heavily. His jaw clenched and his eyes
closed. The pain he endured of restraining himself cut across his face. “We are
not alone. My men.”

His clipped words resounded in her head. “I was hoping you forgot about them.”

Gustaf sighed and let his forehead rest on hers. “All of me wishes I had.” He
nudged himself against the open area of her thighs. “All of me.”

In one swift shove, he propelled his heavy body off hers and faced the fire,
his breathing weighty and intense. Reaching between his legs, he shifted his
burdensome erection and groaned. His chin fell to his chest and a long sigh
heaved from his lungs. “Odin’s blood, you are but wicked temptation for the
weak.”

Æsa sat up, feeling the strain of her sore muscles in the process. She ignored
the sting of her aching back and touched his cheek, stroking his hair away from
his tormented face. “Wicked enough to be punished?”

Gustaf stared at her, his eyes boring into hers. “Punished?”

She drew her finger over the hard angle of his jaw, down his neck and back up
into the thick of his hair. “Call it what you will, but there is a fine
line between punishment and pleasure. I have known great pleasure under the
tenderness of your touch, but I long for more. I yearn to feel the wrath of the
unchained warrior. To know what the abandonment of your restraint feels like
between my thighs.”

She saw the column of his throat bob as he swallowed. Her words had struck him
as hard as any blow to the gut, but she knew they likely caressed him like a
warm tongue up his throbbing length.

“Perhaps having to abstain from your urges will force the wild animal from its
barred enclosure when the time comes.”

“Perhaps,” he repeated, his voice cracking under duress.

She smiled and threaded her hands through his hair, wrenching his face closer
to hers. “I can only hope.” With lust still blazing in his eyes, she took his
lips and plundered his mouth with her tongue. As fiercely as she began the
kiss, she broke away, capturing his wanton stare. “Sooner, rather than later.”

This
product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
opinions or reviews.

A woman’s need to reveal the truth
could ruin the holidays and cost her the man she loves.

Author Tagline: Angela writes
romantic comedies, infusing humor into all situations so that her readers laugh
and can forget their real life troubles, even if for a little while.

About the Authors:

Char Chaffin

Char
Chaffin started reading romance, science fiction and horror at a very young
age. Her love of books is directly responsible for her overflowing bookcases,
and the bounty stored on her Kindle threatens to eclipse her entire paper
collection. Char currently writes mainstream and contemporary romance filled
with family, rich characters and engaging plots. For her, it all comes back to
the love.

Char
began her writing odyssey as a poet, crafting Victorian-style poetry, then went
on to writing short stories. She found her niche when she began writing longer
and longer short stories, until she wrote her first novel. It might never see
the light of day, but writing it taught her a lot. Over the years she worked a
variety of jobs, from farm hand to costume designer to fiscal accountant,
before deciding a writing career was her true focus.

In
addition to writing, Char is also an Acquisitions Editor for Soul Mate
Publishing.

A
native New Yorker, Char currently lives Upstate on a sixty-acre farm with
husband Don, rat terrier Daisy Mae and two barn cats who constantly slack off
on the job of keeping the barn free of varmints. The Chaffin extended family is
scattered all over the continental United States including Alaska.

Char
and Don divide their time between New York State and Alaska.

When
she’s not pounding away at her keyboard or burying her nose in books and
Kindle, she tends a huge vegetable garden and helps Don maintain their
farm.

J.J. Devine

Reading and writing have been J.J.'s passion her whole
life. Starting out with being the poet, everyone came to in high school to get
that "perfect" poem for his or her boyfriend/girlfriend. She spent
her weekends locked away in her room, curled up on her bed, writing short
stories for only a selected few readers.

She has been happily married for 27 years to her trucker
husband. She is a mother of three, grandmother of three; a lover of dogs, cats,
and fish.

J.J. started to pen historical romance as a hobby when
her youngest child was a year old. She got serious about her writing career
joining Romance Writers of America and Indiana Romance Writers of America. She
penned her first paranormal romance, Into the Darkness, in 25 days, taking
herself beyond her comfort zone and just giving the characters free reign of
their story.

Since taking herself out of the outside
working world, she has dedicated her life to her writing and her writing world
and raising consciousness for Domestic Violence Awareness.

Aliza Mann

Aliza Mann has a familiar story in the
world of authors – she has been writing since she was seven, created millions
of worlds in her mind and loves everything about literature. Her affair with
paranormal began with her brother’s role as Aslan in an elementary school
production of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Everything about the story
fascinated her and she has never stopped reading since. Much to her mother’s
dismay, Aliza would often skip going outside to play with friends in order to
stay in her room reading. Her junior high school experience was not much
different. She would spend all her time making up stories for her girlfriends,
then spend all evening swapping tales with them over the phone. With high
school, college and eventually her professional life, she found less and less
time to dedicate to her writing. In 2009, she decided to refocus on her writing
career by taking courses and workshops to hone her craft. Her first short
story, a historical fiction piece entitled Anjani’s Song, was selected for
inclusion in Reverie – Midwest African American Journal, an Aquarius Press
publication.

Aliza joined Romance Writers of America in
2010, as well as the Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America local chapter.
She holds a Savvy Author membership and continues to participate in workshops
and critique groups.

Today, she is the mother of two and works
in the Healthcare industry as an IT professional. She shares her home with her
13-year-old son and her own personal Alpha-superhero-best-friend. Her daughter
lives off campus at a college nearby. She has lived in Michigan since she was a
small child and still considers her home state of Georgia near and dear to her
heart.

Aliza loves paranormal and contemporary
romances, leaning towards searing hot
heat levels. Her favorite authors include Sylvia Day, Maya Banks, Lora Leigh
and Karina Cooper. She still reads excessively and works on too many stories at
once. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cynthia has been writing all her life, as a
newspaper reporter, editor, and novelist. To be near her children and
granddaughters, she and her newly retired hubby moved to the Buffalo, NY area.
Through her daughter, who is also a writer, she got hooked up with RWA and good
things started to happen. She is now writing more novels, taking lots of trips,
and relaxing by the pool on gorgeous summer days in Western, NY.

Angela
Scavone

Angela, who lives in Ottawa, Ontario,
Canada, sharing her home with her father and much loved trio of pups. She
currently works for the Board of Education behind the scenes, supporting and
analyzing student data, however, in her spare time, apart from her avid love of
storytelling, she likes to read and spend time with family and friends.

I love Christmas stories.The heartwarming love and cheer that are the
Spirit of Christmas make these my favorite types of stories, especially given
the horrible things we have heard in the news lately.

I admit it.I like happy endings and Christmas stories
always have happy endings.This
anthology has fabulous stories.I loved
allof them.I don’t think I could pick a favorite out of
the stories.

I love that with an anthology you get
to sample many authors.I enjoyed the
history with the Indian mythology from the first story.Now I want all weddings that I attend to have
“I know you” incorporated into the vows.

The stories contain vampires,
witches, Santa’s granddaughter, a couple reuniting, and the high school freak
dating the popular jock.Every story had
a heartwarming ending that brought a smile to my face.Exactly what you want during the holiday
season.

I give this book 4.5 out of 5
clouds.

This
product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
opinions or reviews.

A small town in the mountains of Marshall, Montana is
being plagued by an unknown entity and it is mutilating and killing the women
of the town. At his wits end the Sheriff of Marshall has nowhere to turn but to
a friend. A friend, with the abilities to track and kill any prey.

Ryder doesn’t normally do mortal issues. However, he
can’t turn his back on a friend. Besides he is the best at what he does. After
all he is a Tracker, an ancient race with unparalleled abilities to track down
any prey. With one of the three essential elements: Taste, Touch or Smell.
Heartless and cold, Ryder knows what needs to be done and performs his duty
without feeling.

Kyra, an Air Element and the only female Elemental
Enforcer, is sent on a fact finding mission to Marshall, by the Druid Council.
She needs to find out exactly what is happening in Montana before the Tribunal
goes in and kills everyone.

The last thing she expects to find is a Tracker, and is
even more surprised to find out that he is on her side. But can they get past
their initial feelings upon meeting and the sexual tension? Or will the evil
that is living in the mountain kill them both.

Ryder
and Kyra must learn to work together to destroy the shadow and save Kyra from a
fate worse than death. When pure evil is involved is love enough?

About the
Author:

Christie was born and raised in a suburb of Salt Lake
City, Ut. She lives less than a mile from the home she grew up in. World
traveler she is not. But what she lacked in travel she more than made up for in
her imagination. Within her vivid imagination she has traveled the world over
as well as different worlds and different times.

She works a full time day job to pay the bills but looses
herself in books and her writing whenever possible.

She is a loving mother of two wonderful children that she
admits she is obsessed with. She has been married for 18 years to a very tolerant
man that is grounded in reality in order for her to fly to the heights of her
own imagination.

She
started writing when she was a teenager after reading a book that she didn't
like the ending too. Took a hiatus to raise her wonderful children but has
dedicated herself to becoming a published writer for the last several years.

Ryder followed the scent that was uniquely Kyra. Screams
echoed through the dark, and after several minutes, her smell changed. Tinged
with iron, she was bleeding. Anger perfuse him in a way he couldn’t understand.
He ended up at several dead ends. Kyra was stumbling blindly through the caves.
But he felt he was getting closer; her scent stronger.

He halted when he finally entered a large cavern. And
froze, trying to take everything in. Then he saw her, her blue eyes sparkling
in the dark of the cavern. He didn’t move as her eyes darted around, panicked.

“Kyra?”

Her head swung in his direction but he knew she couldn’t
see as well in the dark as he could. “It smells like death,” she whispered.
“It’s choking me.” She clawed at her throat, causing small scratches that
started to bleed.

“Kyra, are you hurt?” he asked, stepping toward her
slowly. He wasn’t sure what had prompted her to take off like she had, or why
she was now curled up in a ball.

She shook her head no, and he could see tears streaking
down her cheeks. “Did you know that air holds memories?” she said frantically.
“Holds pictures, visions, life, and death, stories of what has come and gone.
Lives it has touched.”

Ryder hadn’t known that. He couldn’t imagine hearing and
seeing what could be trapped in the air. As a Tracker, he knew the air held
many things, things he explored as a Tracker. But as an Air Element, the air
did something completely different to Kyra. And at the moment, it looked like
it was killing her.

“The air,” she looked around the dark cavern, “is trapped
with the souls and lives of what happened here.” Her body stiffened and then
convulsed. Ryder rushed over to her. Once the convulsion stopped, she looked at
him. Her bright blue eyes glowed in the dark, beautiful as ever. “Terrible
things have happened here,” she whispered in pain.

Kyra clutched at the front of his shirt. “There isn’t any
air down here, Ryder. I’m an Air Element and this air is dead” She shook her
head, struggling to take a full breath. “I can’t breathe down here.” Tears ran
down her face and he brushed them away.

“Then let’s get out of here.” He offered her his hand.

Kyra closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “There
isn’t any air down here and something horrible is going on. Look around! The
souls are trapped. The screams held in the air are desperate to be heard. But
they aren’t because there isn’t any air!” she bellowed.

Ryder stood and looked around. Several tables sat
littered with things you would find in a laboratory—microscopes and incubators.
A generator rested in one corner. “What is this?” Metal fridges hung open, the
contents spilled all over the floor.

Kyra grabbed his pant leg. “Someone is doing something
very, very wrong. Creating things, living and dead.” She looked around
frantically as if someone would stop her next words. “Mostly dead, and they
hurt,” she cried. “They hurt so badly.”

More screams pierced the darkness, and Ryder thanked the
Gods they weren’t from Kyra. He sent up a prayer for the poor soul. Kyra
wrapped her arms around her head, as if that would stop the sound. Kyra was
right—something horrible was taking place in this mountain. And they needed to
find out exactly what it was. But at that moment, his main concern was Kyra.

“Make
it stop,” she moaned. “Something very, very bad is happening down here,” she
said again.

Review

Can you imagine if your kiss might
kill the one you love?Loved this
romance.The paranormals were fascinating.I was impressed with the imaginative characters
and type of paranorms.I would love to
have this kind of imagination.

The book was a great mix of romance,
fantasy, and paranormal characters.Very
well written and descriptive.

I give it 4.5 out of 5 clouds.

This
product or book may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my
opinions or reviews.

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